Halfway Through The Desert

Well, we have plenty to update you guys with after several days (weeks?) with little internet access and even less phone access, so we’ll just get right down to business.

After leaving our good friends the Smiths and Moons in Eureka, Nevada, we began the 77-mile stretch from Eureka to Ely, Nevada. We knew it was sort of our last major stretch of emptiness in Nevada, and we were excited to be on our way (even though we knew we’d miss the Smiths and Moons greatly as a result of having to leave Eureka).

We set out toward Ely and were a few miles down the road when the aforementioned Smiths and Moons showed up to deliver some delicious food, some Gatorade, and play on the giant pile of gravel we were camped out next to. We’d set up our tent to avoid rain and we picked a perfect spot because the gravel provided about 45 minutes of excitement before our friends headed home.

Also on the way to Ely, we met a couple named Ken and Ruth Walter from Napa, California, who turned around their travel van to see what we were doing, because we had “piqued their interest.” They were fellow Christians and were excited to hear about our journey. They also kindly gave us a HUGE handful of Chewy Granola Bars because they weren’t going to eat them all. Getting any food on this journey is a blessing, so we were very appreciative. We were even more appreciative of the conversation we had and the prayer they prayed over us before continuing on their way. All in all, it was an awesome experience meeting them.

We eventually made it to Ely, and set up shop at the Motel 6 for the first night, mostly because we just wanted a comfortable bed, wi-fi, and a clean, private shower to use. It was a great night’s rest, to say the least. The next night we headed only a little further down the road to the Ely KOA, which was equally as splendid (especially for only $25). The reason we stayed an extra night in Ely is because we had a 140+ stretch to Milford, Utah, coming up where we wouldn’t be able to carry enough water in our carts. That meant doing water drops, and, thankfully, Ely had a car rental place in town.

After loading up with 20-ish gallons of water at the grocery store, we got in our rented car, drove out toward Utah and started dropping off water every 10 miles or so. While it ended up costing around $135 when it was all said and done, doing those water drops was worth EVERY penny.

Unfortunately, we noticed that the sky was looking more and more ominous toward the end of our water drops. More unfortunately, it was looking ominous over the general vicinity of our campsite in Ely. As we cruised home, the storm got worse and worse. Sure enough, we arrived at the KOA to see that our tent was SOAKED. You see, we had left our rain fly off the tent in order to let it dry while we were doing our water drops. When we’d left Ely, it was a perfectly clear sky above us. However, that was definitely not the case 4 hours later, when we finally returned. Without the rainfly on, our tent had accumulated puddles deeper than our hand in certain places. And a decent number of our things were inside the tent, so they were pretty (really) wet as well.

That said, we knew everything would eventually dry, and we were thankful to have had an opportunity to do water drops, even if it did mean our stuff had to get a little bit wet. It was still worth it to know we’d have water every ten miles during one of the last major stretches of our journey.

We would’ve left Ely that next morning, but our friends the Smiths decided to come out and see us one more time and spend the afternoon at Cave Lake to do some fishing and grilling. It was a blast to see them again, and we enjoyed the adventure of fishing at the lake, eating the delicious steaks Rich grilled up, and generally just having fun with them one more time. All in all, it was a treat to see them again.

After three nights in Ely, it was time to move on (and finally finish crossing Nevada). As we headed toward Baker, Utah, we stopped at a small lake just outside of Ely. We realized we had made a slight mistake, however. Even though we’d calculated enough water for the water drops on the way to Milford, we’d forgotten to keep two extra gallons with us before setting out from Ely. We prayed God would provide a way for us to find some extra water, because, at this point, we knew He would answer our prayers somehow. As we contemplated pumping out lake water into whatever water containers we could scrounge up, we were blessed with another answered prayer. A few families were fishing at the lake, and we heard one guy yell to some people in a boat that he was going to run out and grab some water to bring back.

We knew it was our chance, so I walked up, explained our situation, and asked the gentleman if he was planning on going into town, and, if so, whether he’d mind grabbing a couple of extra gallons of water for us. He mentioned he had just been planning to go to his campsite nearby for the water, but wouldn’t mind going into town for us anyway. Very thankful for his offer, I gave him $10 and said just two gallons would be great, and if he could snag a few extra Gatorades if there was money left over, we wouldn’t complain. I also remembered to introduce myself and he said his name was Carl.

Carl came back with a load of supplies. He brought us 4 gallons of water, 4 Gatorades, and then handed back our $10 and said he was happy to help. Talk about a blessing (and an answered prayer). We thanked Carl and then went back to wait out the afternoon heat.

As the afternoon came to a close, we noticed that the clouds looked sort of terrifying. We’d learned that it was “monsoon season,” which means that, in this area of the country, storm clouds form quickly in the evenings and rain will suddenly come out of nowhere, sometimes for 10 minutes, sometimes for an hour or more. We decided that, rather than fight the rain again, we’d set up camp and avoid getting soaked.

It was great until about midnight, when a group of (we’re assuming) high schoolers drove out to the lake and started shooting off fireworks like crazy. That was a pretty rude awakening. We eventually fell back asleep, but it was certainly a surprise.

Anyway, other than one other afternoon of rain at a rest area (where we hid in our waterproof bivy sacks until the rain stopped), the rest of our trip to Baker was relatively uneventful. Once we arrived in Baker, we randomly and unexpectedly found wi-fi at the Silver Jack Inn and Lectrolux Cafe, which was an AWESOME place run by very cool, fun, friendly people. Even though we didn’t have cell reception, it was a blessing to be able to email our parents, send some tweets, respond to some emails, and do some other internetty things. If you’re ever in Baker, Nevada, for whatever reason, be sure to hit up the Silver Jack Inn and Lectrolux Cafe. You won’t regret it.

After that, we moved on from Baker and crossed into Utah, which was cause for celebration. We could now say we’d conquered two states, one of them being the menacing desert stretch we had been told would be “just about impossible during the summer.”

Since then, we’ve been plowing through Utah at a pretty good pace. We’ll have more to post soon as far as a location update (once we’re a little further down the road), but we’re excited to have wi-fi again and have the ability to post this.

On a different note, we have had more and more people share prayer requests with us and we are SO thankful people are willing to do that. We really do love praying for people out here and it has helped us grow ourselves in many ways too, so if you have prayer requests, please don’t be afraid to share them, either by contacting us on Facebook, emailing StormingJericho@gmail.com, or by any other way you want to send us a prayer request. We have been so blessed with prayers and encouragement on this trip, and we’re honored to be able to pray for others as well.

Thanks for your support, and for the kind words on our recent posts and updates. We look forward to sharing more news (and possibly posting more frequently now that we should have hopefully internet access a little more consistently) as we continue on across Utah.

Back with more soon. Until then, keep on Stormin’, everyone!

(That’s just a cheesy tagline/closing line option that I’m giving a test run, much to Lindsie’s dismay. We’ll see if it catches on.)

-Mike and Lindsie

As Far As The Eye Can See

As you may have read, we’re crossing the desert right now. It’s warm out here. Really warm. And beautiful though it may be, the desert doesn’t exactly go out of its way to be friendly toward walkers, but we’re making the best of it. To keep the updates rolling along, once we left Fallon, we continued east toward Utah. Even though it may be hot, we’ve had some great experiences.

For starters, we’ve done plenty of stealth camping along Highway 50. Mostly because there aren’t a lot of people to stay with, places to campsite camp, etc. between towns. In fact, there’s not a whole lot of anything between towns, other than emptiness.

That said, it seems emptiness is good for the soul, because Lindsie and I both feel like our heads are clear out here in the desert. Lindsie’s often said that this portion of our journey reminds her of her favorite part of Hosea, in which God says he will take Israel out into the desert and strip her of all her distractions (it’s in Hosea 2 if you’d like to look it up), and I’m pretty sure Lindsie couldn’t be more accurate. With nothing out here to distract us, it’s much easier to focus on the things that really matter. Sometimes we don’t even have cell phone service, which means we can’t pull up Twitter or Facebook to get distracted with. It’s just us, Jaeda, the sun, and God most of the time, with an occasional car driving by every 10-15 minutes.

Anyway, back to filling you in on our recent activities. We left Fallon over a week ago and have continued walking east along Highway 50. After a couple nights of stealth camping, our first stop outside of Fallon was Middlegate Station, which is pretty much a combination of restaurant, bar, motel, and a single gas pump. Just having an opportunity to shower after three days was wonderful, and being able to eat real food and sleep in a real bed made it extra enjoyable. Due to Lindsie having a bit of heat exhaustion, we actually stuck around an extra day in Middlegate, which was nice. Thankfully the motel was cheap enough (only $35 a night) that our bank account wasn’t hit too hard by the extra stay.

From there we moseyed on down to Cold Springs Station, which was a short, 14-mile jaunt down Highway 50. In a wonderfully-blessed bit of God’s handiwork, Lindsie’s mom’s cousin, Nancy, and her daughter Deanna happened to be in our general vicinity. You may remember Nancy and Deanna from this post where they met us in Davis, California, paid for a hotel room that they let us share with them, and bought us dinner. Thankfully, they were equally as wonderful in Cold Springs Station, paying for our campground for the night, buying us a delicious meal, and, most importantly, driving on ahead of us and doing water drops for us on our next stretch of road.

You may be wondering, what’s a water drop?, so here’s the explanation. A gallon of water weighs 8 pounds. It’s been recommended to us that we drink a minimum of 2 gallons per day out here in the desert. Some of these between-town stretches can be anywhere from 50 miles long to 80 miles long. That means anywhere between 2-6 days of walking in the desert with no water fountains, gas stations, or rest areas to fill up with water before the next stop. If you might have 6 days of walking, that’s 12 gallons of water EACH. When you do the math, that ends up being about 96 POUNDS of water each. Our carts max out at a 115-pound weight limit, and they have about 60-70 pounds of stuff in them without the water.

Essentially, we aren’t able to carry enough water with us every time without running the risk of breaking our carts. So, as you can see, water drops are incredibly helpful out here in the desert. Beyond that, having the water dropped off ahead of us means our carts don’t have to weigh a ton when we’re pushing them up the 7,000-foot summits we come across here in the desert.

So with a heart full of gratitude, we said goodbye once again to Nancy and Deanna and prepared to leave Cold Springs Station on a 50-mile stretch to Austin, Nevada. We were excited to head out on a really-rely-on-God-because-this-is-a-longer-than-usual stretch, even if it did mean early morning wake-ups and late night walking.

Although Lindsie and I enjoyed great conversation (and enjoyed listening to audiobooks) during this part of the journey, there’s not exactly a ton to report about it. We were sort of out in the middle of nowhere, we were stealth camping every night, and we didn’t really see anything earth-shattering. We did, however, come across some great road angels during our Cold Springs Station-to-Austin stretch.

For starters, we came across a gentleman named Jeff Martin, who worked at a military facility along that stretch of road. He and his wife had seen us walking for a few days, so he kindly dropped off a cooler full of ice, Gatorade, iced water, PayDay bars, and gum. It was such a blessing because most of our water had heated up from the sun and the difference between ice cold water and lukewarm water when you’re out here in the desert is very noticeable. Plus, we were able to use the cooler for another week, filling it up with ice whenever we could and having cold water more regularly.

Later on during that part of the journey, Mike Green, one of the guys we’d met at Parkside Bible Fellowship in Fallon, saw us on the way out to a weekend trip and dropped off several cold bottles of water for us. Then, coincidentally, we ended up seeing him again after his weekend trip and he gave us the rest of his leftover bottles and ice, which made for a double whammy of cold waters during hot stretches of travel.

We also met a gentleman named Rich DeBraga while we were taking one of our midday breaks and he dropped off some deliciously cold iced waters, some Arizona tea, and a friendly word of encouragement. We ended up seeing him a few days later and he dropped off even more water for us, which was fantastic.

It’s crazy how, even in the middle of nowhere, God puts people in your life to help give you that boost of cold water, love, and support just when you need it. It seems like so many people were willing to help us for no other reason other than “you look like you could use some cold water,” which is such a blessing when you’re out there sweating in 95-degree heat with lukewarm—or just completely warm—water in your cart.

Anyway, after a few days of travel, we reached Austin, NV. Unfortunately, right before we got to Austin, we got caught in a very uncharacteristic downpour. The night before arriving was rough, but thanks to some help from a few more road angels, we got our tent up in the whipping wind and rain. The next day was sort of clear, and we thought we’d get to Austin before it rained again.

Unfortunately, about 4 miles outside of Austin, we got destroyed by rain. We didn’t have time or a place to put up our tent, so we got out tarps, covered the carts, and then tried to cover ourselves. It wasn’t fun. It cooled things off, but it rained for so long (again, uncharacteristic of the rain out here) that we started to get cold. And we were already wet. As soon as the sky cleared up, we powered up the hill into Austin and found some food. We were trying to stay with some people in Austin but weren’t able to connect with anyone, so we made our way down to a motel in town.

Unfortunately, we got yelled at pretty aggressively by the guy who runs the Pony Canyon Motel for “doing video” and “using up 1000 megabytes in an hour” on his internet (to be clear, we hadn’t “done video” for even a second, but that’s ok), so we decided to call it a day and get on out of Austin. We stayed at the Bob Scott Campground a few miles outside of town for a couple of nights to rest and enjoy some time to just hang out with each other in a beautiful, quiet, open area.

The next stretch of road was our biggest without any water or rest stops along the way. From Austin to Eureka is 70 miles, and Lindsie and I were both excited and slightly intimidated by the distance, but we knew if there was a time we’d need to rely on God, it would be now. On the plus side, it’s always gorgeous in the mornings and evenings (as you can see from the photo).

Once again, this post is getting long, but I can say that we DID end up having to rely on God during the Austin-to-Eureka part of the walk, and I’m excited to share exactly what happened in the next post. Not only did we have to rely on God, but he provided more abundantly than we ever could have dreamed.

We’ll be trying to use up the internet here in Eureka as much as we can before setting out, so we’ll try to have another post ready to go before we take off. We also have plenty of other stuff to share/reveal in the next few days, so we’re pumped to finally have internet access again.

Thanks for reading these posts and for leaving encouraging comments here on the blog and on Facebook. We can’t tell you how much we appreciate the love and support we’ve been shown on this journey. It has made every step even more worthwhile than we could’ve ever imagined.

Back with more soon, as usual.

-Mike and Linds

So Much Going On (In So Little Time)

After finally getting a wi-fi connection (and time to get some stuff posted), we have another update for you, dear readers. Rather than make small talk for a paragraph or two, we’ll just jump right into it.

Once we left Davis a few days ago, we continued toward Sacramento. We had a fun, peaceful night camping at the West Sacramento KOA where we met some incredibly kind people (and enjoyed a few s’mores out by a fire) before heading to bed early.

The next day we pushed on into Sacramento. After stopping by the beautiful state capitol building, we kept on walkin’ along. We were hoping to find a place to stay (either with a personal connection or camping in a church yard), but we couldn’t connect with anyone and ended up spending the night in a Travelodge. Even though hotels are nice (showers, beds and air conditioning are never a bad thing) we need to start saving money, so we’re hoping to stay as hotel-free as we can from here on out. We’ll see how that goes.

Anyway, we left the Travelodge for Folsom, CA, where we met some of the kindest, most enjoyable people we’ve met so far on this trip. Thanks to a Rotary Club connection through Lindsie’s Uncle Charlie, we met Terry and Jackie McNeil in Folsom, CA. We got to their home, and even though we’d never met them before, they welcomed us in like we were prodigal children returning home.

We simply thought we were getting a place to set up our tent, but Jackie immediately offered us their guest room, as well as showers, a delicious dinner, and s’mores out by a backyard campfire. Two of Terry and Jackie’s three daughters, Jen and Amanda (and Amanda’s two great kids) were also there, so we enjoyed getting to know them.

After the McNeils provided us with some extra emergency gear, a few extra survival tips, and some route-strategizing, we went to sleep following a wonderful night of kindness and generosity from the McNeil’s.

The next morning we were off bright and early to head toward Rescue, CA (though not before Jackie was able to cook us up a tasty breakfast). Thankfully, the folks at Foothills United Methodist told us we could camp out in one of their youth rooms, so we just had to put in a good 13 miles of walking to reach their church.

During our walk, Jackie swung back by to bring us emergency safety vests (to be sure people would see us on the road). We really don’t understand why Jackie and Terry have been so great to us, but we just keep rolling with it.

Once we reached Foothills United Methodist in Rescue, CA–which has an unbelievably fun, unique, and beautiful set of buildings–we were blessed to spend time talking with Barbara Gillespy (who works at the church and went out of her way to ensure we’d have a safe place to stay) and Pastor Dave Bunje, who took time to talk with us, discuss our route, and just bless us with his company even though he most likely had plenty of other stuff he could do.

Then, as a bonus visit, Jackie and Terry drove up from Folsom to pick us up again (how they weren’t tired of us at this point, we really don’t know). They ran us to a few sporting goods stores to be sure we had everything we needed supply-wise, then were kind enough to grab us some In-N-Out Burger, which is delicious. And, as we learned during dinner, In-N-Out Burger is owned by a Christian family that writes Bible verses on the wrappers of the burgers/fries/etc., which we thought was pretty cool. After dinner, the McNeils dropped us back off at Foothills United Methodist; we said a second sad goodbye and went to get some sleep.

After enjoying another comfortable night of sleep (Barbara and Dave were kind enough to let us sleep inside the youth room), we headed on toward Placerville. Or so we thought. But, thanks to Barbara’s relentless willingness to help us connect with people and places to stay along our route, we ended up staying with a lovely woman named Ida Mae in Diamond Springs, CA. Even though she’d never met us, Ida Mae offered to let us stay in her guest room, and she made us a wonderful meal of spaghetti and meatballs. We enjoyed chatting with her about her kids, her grandkids, and her great-grandkids, and then we called it a night before Wheel of Fortune had even started (yes, we went to bed THAT early).

The next morning, we grabbed some breakfast, said thanks and goodbye to Ida Mae, then began the trek to Camino, CA. It wasn’t easy. Like…really wasn’t easy. We started at 1,400-foot elevation and ended the day just around 3,000 feet of elevation. There were LOTS of hills and pushing 80+ pound carts up those hills didn’t exactly make it easy, but we finally made it to Camino. Thanks to Barbara’s aforementioned relentless willingness to help us, we were able to spend the night at the 7^th Day Adventist Church in Camino. The maintenance man on the property, Dan Smith, gave us plenty of info and some really helpful tips on dealing with the animals we could end up running into during the next portion of our walk. He also had a great life story that he shared with us, and we really enjoyed the conversation.

Then we set up shop in the church’s enormous gymnasium and enjoyed a night sleeping in a very unique location (as you can see from the photo).

Which brings us to today. We’ve reached our next location for the night (which we’ll share about later), but it has definitely been a fun, occasionally-grueling adventure these past few days. It’s amazing how much happens when you’re just walking around. We’ve met such wonderful people, and it’s only the beginning of our journey. We couldn’t be more thankful for everyone’s help and support. We’re not sure if there are words that can do it justice.

We’ve definitely got an “adventure” ahead of us, as we head into animal country. Bears, mountain lions, and probably snakes all await us as we head toward the Lake Tahoe area. We’ve got bear spray with us, but we’re open to any and all prayers as our journey continues, just in case.

Thanks to everyone who has helped us so far, as well as everyone that continues to help us even though we’re out of their areas now. We have some exciting things coming up and we can’t wait to share the next steps of our journey with you.

We’ll be back with more, hopefully sooner than later!

-Mike & Linds

From Cow Town to Davis, now on to Sacramento

Since our last post, we’ve only been blessed even more abundantly, which is amazing. Just thought we’d start this post off by mentioning that.

After reaching Vacaville (Cow Town in Spanish), we had an opportunity to spend the night at Valley Church. Thanks to the overwhelming generosity of Ricardo Villareal, the chaplain at Valley Church, we were able to get a hot shower, and he even bought us dinner (and breakfast the next morning). He also spent tons of time sharing stories with us and providing a wealth of insight on the Word. And thanks to Ricardo and Kevin Anderson, another Valley Church staff member, we were able to sleep safely and comfortably inside the church.

We woke up bright and early the next morning and, after a quick breakfast with Ricardo, we were moving on toward Davis. We had originally considered spending the night in Dixon (kind of a halfway point between Vacaville and Davis), but we had a church to stay in once we got to Davis, so we decided to make the big push to get there in time for a comfortable night’s stay.

Unfortunately, getting to Davis in one fell swoop meant pushing on for 21.7 miles (definitely a new record for us so far). Add to that the fact that it was an almost 100-degree day, and you can imagine that we were just about dead on arrival in Davis.

Thankfully, Bensie Cheney from Davis Christian Assembly met us in Davis with plates full of delicious Chinese food and another church to safely spend the night in. PLUS, we stayed in the preschool room, which had an extra-thick padded carpet, so we were basically sleeping in the lap of luxury as far as floor sleeping goes. Even though we were exhausted from our 22-mile journey, it was great talking to Bensie and spending some time with her and her two adorable kids, Helen and Conner. Then she was kind enough to bring us bagels the next morning and let us bum around the church for awhile, which was an added blessing.

The 22 miles took their toll on Lindsie’s feet (which are pretty horrendously blistered up, to say the least), so we were thankful that Lindsie’s mom’s cousin, Nancy, and her daughter Deanna, asked if we’d hang out with them an extra night in Davis. With an offer of fun company, a free meal, and a warm night in a comfy hotel bed, we were more than happy to take them up on said generous offer. It was great talking with Nancy and Deanna, hearing family stories, and spending time with people who care about us.

Finally, because of Lindsie’s still-messed up feet, we’ve decided to stay here in Davis for one more night. Tomorrow morning, Saturday the 23^rd, we’ll pack up early and head to Sacramento. We don’t have any connections in Sacramento yet, so if you know of anybody who wants to let two cross-country travelers set up a tent in their backyard, feel free to let us know (or have them let us know, if that’s easier). They can email us at StormingJericho@gmail.com or they can call my (Mike’s) phone at 605-521-6762.

We want to thank everyone again for the great words of encouragement. We hope we aren’t sounding like a broken record, but it’s just been amazing to see the outpouring of support we’ve gotten in the past few weeks. It seems like no matter what challenges we come across, God is there to help us figure out what to do next and there are always people we can rely on to keep pushing us on. So again—and certainly not for the last time—thank you.

We’ll have more updates soon, and we’ll try to mix things up with a video or two here in the very near future. We have a few great products to highlight via video (and Jaeda’s starting to complain that she hasn’t been featured enough on the blog), so we’ve obviously got more work to do soon.

We hope you’re doing well, and we encourage you to drop us a line, either directly via email or phone or by leaving a comment on this blog or the Facebook page. We love hearing from our friends and family, plus we don’t stay as up-to-date on everything that’s going on in “the normal world” when we spend all day walking down the sidewalk. So keep in touch, por favor!

Back with more soon!

-Mike and Linds (and Jaeda!)